September 15/1915
So it’s off to war!
By they were glad
Singing and whistling a tune every lad
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With muffled drum the drummer beats his requiem
Whilst pipers play their mournful tune
In deep respect for one taken so soon
As casket adorned in flowers bold
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When I was laid in field of clay
No flowers above my head did lay
Nor marble headstone placed with care
With words of love chiselled there
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